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UBRftRY «f OONQRESsI 
Two Onmes Received 

SEP 15 1904 

CLAS^ 2L XXc. No. 



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First ©ay. 



From the hill-top looks the steeple, 

And the lighthouse from the sand; 
And the scattered pines are waving 

Their farewell from the land. 
One glance, my lads, behind us, 
Tor the homes we leave one sigh, 

Ere we take the change and chances 
Of the ocean and the sky. ™, „. , 




^)ecoad .©ay. 



E comes — he comes— the 

Frost Spirit comes ! — 
and. the quiet lake shall feel 

The torpid touch of his glazing 
breath, and ring to the 
skater's heel; 
And the streams which danced on the broken 
rocks, or sang to the leaning grass, 

Shall bow again to their winter chain, 
and in mournful silence pass. 

He comes— he comes — 

the Frost Spirit comes I — 

let us meet him as we may, 
And turn with the light of the parlor-fire 
his evil power away; 
And gather closer the circle round, 

when that firelight dances high, 
And laugh at the shriek of the baffled Fiend, 
as his sounding wing goes by. 

The Frost Spirit. 




Third 9ay. 



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ROM the eternal shadow rounding 
All our sun and 

starlight here, 
Voices of our lost ones sounding 

Bid us he of heart and 
cheer, 
Through the silence, 

down the spaces, 
falling on the inward ear. 

Lines. 

Though the fog he dark around us, 

And the storm blow high and loud, 

We will whistle down the wild wind, 
And laugh beneath the cloud. 

The Fishermen. 

His daily prayer, far better understood 
In acts than words, was simply 

DOING GOOD. 

Daniel 9Teall. 








Blest land 
of Judea! 
thrice hallowed of song 
Where the holiest of 
memories pilgrim-like throng, 
In the shade of thy palms, 
by the shores of thy sea, 
On the hills of thy beauty, 

my heart is with thee. 
With the eye of a spirit I 
look on that shore, 
Where pilgrim and prophet have 
lingered before ; 
With the glide of a spirit I traverse 
the sod, 
Made bright by the steps of the 
angels of God. 

Palestine. 



[Fifth ©ay. 




NOW well, my soul, God's hand 
controls 
Whate'er thou fearest; 

'Round Him in calmest music 
rolls 
Whate'er thou hearest. Wfly Soul and /. 



'Tis springtime on the eastern hills! 

Like torrents gush the summer rills; 
Through winter's moss and dried dead leaves 
The bladed grass revives and lives, 
Pushes the mouldering waste away, 
And glimpses to the April day. 

In kindly shower and sunshine "bud 
The branches of the dull gray wood; 
Out from its sunned and sheltered nooks 

The "blue eye of the violet looks; 
The northwest wind is warmly "blowing, 
The odors from the springing grass, 

The pine-tree and the sassafras, 
Are with it on its errands going. Wflegg fflegcne. 




So let it be. In God's own might 

We gird us for the coming fight, 
And, strong in Him whose cause is ours 

In conflict with unholy powers, 
We grasp the weapons He has given— 
The Light, the Truth, and Love of Heaven! 

The Moral Warfare. 



Sevmth Sau. 



Let us then, uniting, bury 

All our idle feuds in dust. 
And to future conflicts carry 
Mutual faith and 
common 

trust ; 
Always he who most 
forgiveth 
in his brother 

is most just. 

Lines. 



With silence only as their 
benediction, 
God's angel's come. 
Where, in the shadow of a 
great affliction, 
The soul sits dumb. 

To My friend on the Qbeath cfjii* Skier. 





ZigKth 9ay. 



OT wholly lost, oh Father! is this 

evil world of ours ; 
Upward, through its blood and ashes, 
spring afresh the 

Eden flowers, 
From its smoking hell of battle, 
Love and Pity 

send their prayer, 
And still thy white-winged angels 

hover dimly in our air! 

{The oAngeh of zBuena I9ista. 



But for us and for our children, 

the vow which we have given 
For freedom and humanity, 

is registered in Heaven ; 
No slave hunt in our borders,— 

no pirate on our strand! 
No fetters in the Bay State — 

no slave upon our land ! 

97lassachusette to Virginia.. 




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IKiath 9ay. 



JMJW I 




would the gift I offer 
here 
Might graces 
from 

thy favor 
take, 
^ And seen through 
*'"^WN Friendship's 

%», atmosphere, 

^^ j^tj^^-On softened lines 

and coloring, 

wear 
The unaccustomed 
light of 

beauty, 
for thy 

sake. 

dedication to Songs of Labor. 




xeath ©ay. 



PRINQ-, with her change of 

sun and shower, 
And streams released 

from winter's chain, 
And bursting bud and 

opening flower, 
And greenly-growing grain; 

And Summer's shade, and sunshine warm. 

And rainbows o'er her hilltops bowed, 
And voices in her rising storm — 

God speaking from his cloud ! — 

And Autumn's fruits and clustering sheaves. 
And soft, warm days of golden light, 

The glory of her forest leaves. 
And harvest-moon at night; 

And Winter with her leafless grove, 

And prisoned stream, and drifting snow, 

The brilliance of her heaven above 

And of her earth below:— The Viewy ear. 





JLleveath S3ay, 



The hills are dearest which 
our childish feet 
Have climbed the earliest; 
and the streams most sweet 
Are ever those at which our young- lips drank, 

Stooped to their waters o'er the grassy bank. 



Midst the cold, dreary sea-watch, 

Home's hearth-light 
Shines 'round the helmsman plunging through 
the night; 
And still, with inward eye, the traveler sees 
In close, dark, stranger streets, his native trees. 



The homesick dreamer's brow is nightly fanned 
By breezes whispering of his 
native land, 
And on the stranger's dim 
and dying eye 
The soft sweet pictures of his 
childhood lie. 

The JBridal cf JPennacook. 





Twelfth 9ay. 



HASE back tlie shadows, 

gray and old, 
Of the dead ages, from his way, 
And let his hopeful eyes 
behold 
The dawn of Thy millenial day. 



The wrongs of man to man but make 

The love of God more plain, 
As through the shadowy lens of even 

The eye looks farthest into heaven, 
On gleams of star and depths of blue 
The glaring sunshine never knew! 

Jill's Well. 



Then let us on, through shower and sun, 
And heat and cold be driving; 
There's life alone in duty done, 

And rest alone in striving. 

The $) rovers. 



Thirteenth ©ay. 



Youthful years and maiden beauty, 

Joy with them should still abide — 

Instinct take the 
place of 

Duty- 
Love, not Reason 
guide. 



Ever in the 

New rejoicing, 
Kindly beckoning 
back the 

Old, 
Turning with a 
power like Midas 
All things into 
gold. 

To 




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IFourteeatK ©ay. 




OATHING pretense he did with 
cheerful will 
What others talked of while 
their hands were still. 

Daniel ffleall. 

'Through this dark and stormy night 
Faith toeholds a feeble light 

Up the blackness streaking; 
Knowing God's own time is best, 
In a patient hope I rest 

For the full day-breaking! ? ' 



Thus with somewhat of the Seer, 

Must the moral pioneer 
From the Future borrow; 

Clothe the waste with dreams of grain, 
And, on midnight's sky of rain, 

Paint the golden morrow ! 

J8 a relay ofllry. 




IFifteeatK £W 



OD is good and God is 
light, 
In tnis faith I rest secure. 
Evil can but serve the 

right, 
Over ail shall love endure. 

(Balef in JSoeton, 1692. 



God blesses still the generous thought, 
And still the fitting word 
He speeds, 
And Truth at His requiring taught, 
He quickens into 
deeds. 
Where is the victory of the grave ? 

What dust upon the spirit 
lies? 
God keeps the sacred life He gave — 

The prophet never dies! 

(Shanning. 



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The garden rose may 

richly bloom 
In cultured soil 
and genial air, 
To cloud the light 
of Fashion's room 
Or droop in 
Beauty's midnight 

hair, 
In lonelier grace 

to sun and dew 

The sweet-brier on 

the hillside shows 

Its single leaf 

and fainter hue, 

Untrained and wildly free, 

yet still a sister rose. 

The Joridal ofJPennaccok. 




^Oeveriteeftih «Dsulj. 



ET," she sighs, "he loves me well, 
More than those calm 

lips will tell. 
Stooping to my lowly state, 

He hath made me rich 
and great, 
And I bless him, though he be 
Hard and stern to all save me!" 

The dTew Wife and the &ld. 

G-one hath the Spring, with all its flowers, 

And gone the Summer's pomp and show, 
And Autumn in his leafless bowers, 

Is waiting for the Winter's snow. 



I said to Earth, so cold and gray, 

"An emblem of myself thou art:" 
Not so," the Earth did seem to say, 

"For Spring shall warm my frozen heart.' 

nAutumn Thoughts. 




ighleeatK 

9 



ay. 



A 

Of warmer sun 

and 
softer rain, 
And wait to hear 
the sound of streams 

And song-s of 
merry birds again. 

Autumn Th 



—He alone who 

loves his kind 
(L S\ Shall, childlike, 
I ' I claim the 
. < love of Thee ! 



I soothe 
my wintry 
sleep with 





IKiaeteeath © 



ay, 



RAYER-STRENGTHEN'D for the 
trial, come together. 
Put on the harness for the moral 
fight, 
And with the blessing of your 
heavenly Father, 

MAINTAIN THE RIGHT. 

Lines. 

We hut ask our rocky strand, 
Freedom's true and brother band 

Freedom's strong and honest hand, - 

"Valleys by the slave untrod, 

And the Pilgrim's mountain sod," 
Blessed of our fathers' God." 

"Texas. 



God calls our loved ones, but we lose not wholly 

What he hath given ; 
They live on earth, in thought and deed, as truly 
As in His heaven. 

To Wily Friend on the Qbeath of JHlis Sister. 



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xweatietK 

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Leaning on Him, 
make with 
reverent 

meekness 
His own thy 
will, 
And with strength 
from Him shall 
thy utter weakness 
Life's task fulfil. 

My Soul and I 



There the old smoked in silence their pipes, 
and the young 
To the pike and the white-perch their baited 
lines flung; 
There the boy shaped his arrows, and there 
the shy maid 
Wove her many-hued baskets and bright 
wampum braid. 

The JBridal of Pennacook. 




Tweaty=first ©ay. 



iSFD weep and howl* ye evil priests, 
and mighty men of 

wrong, 
The Lord shall smite the proud, 
and lay His hand upon 
the strong. 
Woe to the wicked rulers in His avenging 
hour; 
Woe to the wolves who seek the flocks 
to raven and devour. 

(Sassandra Southwick. 



Ay, there's a glorious remnant yet, 
Whose lips are wet at Freedom's fountains, 

The coming of whose welcome feet 
Is beautiful upon our mountains ! 

Men, who the gospel tidings bring 
Of Liberty and Love forever, 
Whose joy is one abiding spring, 

Whose peace is as a gentle river. 

Pastoral better. 



Xweaty=secoad ©ay 



Tlie waters of my native stream 
Are glancing in the sun's 
. warm beam: 
From sail-urged keel and flashing 
oar 
The circles widen to its shore 
And cultured field and peopled 
town 
Slope to its willowed 
margin down; 
Yet, while this morning 
breeze is bringing 
The mellow sound of church- 
bells ringing, 
And rolling wheel, and rapid jar 
Of the fire-winged and steedless 

car, 
And voices from the wayside 
near 
Come quick and blended on my ear, 
A spell is in this old gray 
My thoughts are with the Past 
alone I 




stone 



The dTorseman. 




Tweatu«third ©ay. 



■ ' ATHER, to thy suffering poor, 

Strength, and grace and faith 
impart, 
And with Thy own love restore 

Comfort to the broken heart ! 
Oh, the failing ones 

confirm 
With a holier strength of zeal! — 

Give Thon not the feeble 
worm 
Helpless to the spoiler's heel ! 

The Familist's JHlymn. 



She hath pass'd!— hut oh! sweet as 

flowerets that bloom 
From her last lowly dwelling— 

the dust of her tomb — 
The charm of her virtues, as Heaven's own breath, 
Shall rise like an incense from 
darkness and death. 

bines. 



Twenty ^fourth ©ay. 

The Night is mother of the Day, 
The 



Winter 
of 
the 
Spring", 

And 
ever upon 

old Decay 
The greenest 
cling. 
Behind the fl ^j^ <0 

cloud the 
starlight lurks, Ld^ai Sf ■' ' k I 
Through showers '<^ 

the sunbeams fall ; 
For God, who loveth all His works 
Has left His Hope with all. 

qA Qbream of 






Twenty-fifth ©ay. 



ASIER to smite with Peter's sword, 
Than "watch one hour" 

in humbling prayer: 
Life's "great things" like the 
Syrian lord 
Our hearts can do and dare. 

The eyprezs Tree of 'Ceylon. 



As, in Agrippa's magic glass, 

The loved and lost arose to view. 
Remembered groves in greenness grew, 

Bathed still in childhood's morning dew. 
Along whose bowers of beauty swept 

Whatever Memory's mourners wept, 

Sweet faces, which the charnel kept, 
Young, gentle eyes, which long had slept; 

And while the gazer leaned to trace 

More near, some dear, familiar face, 
He wept to find the vision flown— 
A phantom and a dream alone ! 

The fflerrimack. 




9ay. 



And grant, O Father ! 
that 
the time 

Of Earth's 



deliverance 
may be /* 
near, X 
When every ^ 
land 



Tweaty -seventh 23aij. 

Where'er the wide old. kitchen hearth 

Sends up its smoky curls, 
Who will not thank the kindly earth, 
And bless our farmer girls! 



Then shame on all the proud 
and vain, b^ 

Whose folly laughs to «jSUs 

scorn ^'-yvjf 

The blessing of our 
hardy grain, 
Our wealth of golden 
corn! 

The (Born Song. 




Then of what is 

to be, and of what 

Why queriest thou — ? •■Nfe\^.^ •*&; 
The past and the time to 
be are one, 

And both are NOW ! ^^H 

fflly Soul and I &jjfi 




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Xwertty=eigHth ©ay 



H ! thou who mournest 
on thy way. 
With longings for the close 
of day; 
He walks with thee, that Angel kind, 
And gently whispers, 

"Be resigned. 
Bear up, bear on, the end shall tell 

The dear Lord ordereth all things well!" 

The eAngel of^Patience. 




So it was when the Holy One 

The garments of the flesh put on! 
Men followed when the Highest led 

For common gifts of daily bread, 

And gross of ear, of vision dim, 
Owned not the Godlike power of Him. 

Vain as a dreamer's words to them 
His wail above Jerusalem, 

And meaningless the watch He kept 
Through which His weak disciples slept. 

Szekiel. 




xweaty=aiatK © 



ay. 



***** And thus 
orever teaching- us 

The lesson which the 
many-colored skies, 
The flowers, 

and leaves, and 
painted butterflies, 

The deer's branched 
antlers, the gay bird 

that flings 
The tropic sunshine 
from its golden 
wings, 
The brightness of the 
human countenance, 
The play of smiles, 
the magic of a glance, 
Forevermore repeat, 
In varied tones and sweet, 
rhat beauty, in and of itself, 
is good. 

0n receiving a JSasket of Sea-SflTcs&es. 




Thirtieth 9ay. 



ENEATH the westward-turning eye 
A thousand wooded islands 
lie- 
Gems of the waters!— with each hue 
Of "brightness set in ocean's 
blue. 

Wegg fflegcne. 

God works in all things; all obey 

His first propulsion from the night: 
Ho, work and watch! — the world is gray 
With morning light! 

The Reformer. 

All-moving spirit !— freely forth 
At Thy command the strong wind goes ; 

Its errand to the passive earth, 
Nor art can stay, nor strength oppose, 
Until it folds its weary wing 

Once more within the hand divine; 

So, weary from its wandering, 
My spirit turns to Thine! Jiymn*. 




Yet lady, 

shall tliis 
book of 
thine, 
Where Love 

his gifts 
has brought, 
Become 

to thee 
a Persian 

shrine 



•O'erhung 

with 



flowers 
of 
thought. 



The Mum. 




Thirty -first ©ay. 



E stood upon the reeling- deck — 
His form 
Made visible by the lightning, 
and His brow 
Pale, and uncover'd to the rushing 
storm, 
Told of a triumph man may never know — 
Power underived and mighty — 

"PEACE -BE STILL!" 
The great waves heard Him, and the storms 
loud tone 
Went moaning' into silence at His will. 

(Ehrist in the Tempest. 

Still, to earnest souls, the sun 

Rests on towered Gibeon, 
And the moon of Ajalon 

Lights the battle-grounds of life ; 
To his aid the strong reverses, 

Hidden powers and giant forces, 

And the high stars in their courses 

Mingle in his Strife ! The Jftridal ofj^ennaccok. 



